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<blockquote data-quote="Shadowdancer" data-source="post: 2691370" data-attributes="member: 515"><p><strong><p style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 15px">Chapter XXVIII</span></p><p></strong></p><p><strong>Date: 223-993</strong></p><p><strong>Location: Aboard the <em>Bray Keaven</em>, in jump space between Aleif and Liar's Oath</strong></p><p></p><p>Once things settle down, Vasilii makes his way to engineering to swap tales with the others and take a look at the Vargr. He looks a bit nervy until he sees the Vargr, then steely.</p><p></p><p>He sees the snub SMGs that Ian has gathered and asks, “Mind if I check those out? With all the activity around here . . . ”</p><p></p><p>“Nope, help yourself,” Ian says. “Could come in handy.”</p><p></p><p>Vasilii looks one of the weapons over and asks the ex–Marine, “These things need a Class 3 permit, don’t they? I’ve only got a Class 2. Oh well, maybe I can get one.”</p><p></p><p>Ian grimaces, then slowly shakes his head, murmuring, “Let’s not do that again!”</p><p></p><p>Vasilii rushes to add. “Properly, I mean. Make a formal application, showing a ‘suitable need,’ and all the rest. After two pirate attacks and a war on Aleif, I might just make a case on that one.”</p><p></p><p>The pained look leaves Ian’s face. ‘Hmm, you may be right. Worth a try, anyway.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>When he gets a chance, Vasilii asks Aidan about the application process for a snub SMG. “We can easily submit the appropriate waver papers for that, Vasilii. There are a couple of legal forms that I’d be more than happy to help with — we need all the firepower we can get.”</p><p></p><p>Aidan clears his throat. “But you would need to have some training after that.” He grins.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>The Vilani Merchant also takes the opportunity to inspect the frozen organs transport container the would–be hijackers hid inside. When he peeks inside, he looks gutted. “Oh, how did I let that . . . ”</p><p></p><p>“Vasilii, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Ian says. “This whole event falls squarely in my lap. I dropped the ball. I let a few minor injuries get in the way of me doing my job! It won’t happen again, I assure you.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>After Saro takes a look at his wounds, Vargas keys his suit comm to the others and requests that the living Vargr not be allowed to see the dead. “I want to have a chat with this survivor, and I don’t want the survivor to know that its companions are already dead.”</p><p></p><p>Vargas then turns to Saro and says, “Doctor, I seem to always need your professional services. Maybe it is time to consider the medical slow drug, assuming that we do not have any more unpleasant surprises aboard. May I stagger to the crew’s lounge to get something to drink before we start treatment?</p><p></p><p>“I want to question that Vargr after this treatment. Please make sure that the guest is kept in the dark about its companions. Maybe we could put it in a low berth for the time being?”</p><p></p><p>“If we are sure that we are in the clear, I am wholeheartedly in support of admin-istering the drug to you at this point,” Saro answers Emile. “As long as your drink is brief, I have no problem with a visit to the lounge.”</p><p></p><p>Helping Emile up and supporting him as they make their way to the lounge, Saro starts to rant. “I am certainly going to push for our visitor to be kept cold where he won’t be anymore trouble. I’m also going to research how effectively we can use interstellar law to prosecute our little organ cloning friends. There must be something against conspiring to and/or abetting a conspiracy to commit the piracy of a starship and its cargoes in jump space transit. Perhaps we can force a nice fine out of the lying bastards.</p><p></p><p>“I for one am tired of taking it on the chin while everyone and their relatives assault us and try to steal our property. We need to start fighting back, and I ain’t just talking about shooting up the soldiers that are sent our way; I mean going after the bastards that hire and direct them.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>Martha makes sure everything is secure before she calms down enough to leave port engineering. She heads to the crew lounge for a quick bite to eat as she unwinds. “I’m beat,” she says, wiping her brow. “One more cup of bitterstouts, and I’m hitting the sack for a quick nap.” She smiles softly, gazing into her cup.</p><p></p><p>In the silent span of a few seconds, Martha’s expression changes subtly, and the smile fades as she becomes lost in thought. “You know, it’s weird that I dreamed that. Wolves running around m– the ship, three of them, and they looked exactly like the Vargr raiders and everything!”</p><p></p><p>She shakes her head but for a moment, then looks up. She looks around at her shipmates and asks them, “You ever do that before? You know, dream about something before it happens, and then it goes down, just like in your dream?”</p><p></p><p>Swann smiles and gazes into the distance. “There were those twins on Galir. That happened pretty much the way I dreamed it.”</p><p></p><p>“I’ve had the déjà vu thing before, but I can’t say any of my dreams have come true like that,” Kevon answers, stretching his injured leg out as he sits down next to her with his own cup of java, then frowns slightly. “Has this happened to you a lot?”</p><p></p><p>Ian walks in the lounge to grab cup of whatever is available or already prepared.</p><p></p><p>Martha shakes her head. “Sometimes, but it’s always nightmares, and never like this. I wonder if that woman on Sentry did something to my head while she was in there?”</p><p></p><p>“Martha, this is not the first time you have said something about this,” Vargas says. “I wonder if you may have some telepathic powers. In some of the sectors in which I have served, psionic powers were studied and encouraged. You may consider having a psionic test administered if we can find a branch of the psionics institute somewhere.”</p><p></p><p>Kevon’s mouthful of coffee ends up in a fine brown spray that showers Emile. He glares sternly at the injured pilot, his eyes briefly darting towards Saro as he resists the urge to pop the Vargr–phile upside the head.</p><p></p><p>“What the . . . !?”</p><p></p><p>Martha looks over at Vargas, shock and some fear abundantly clear upon her face. “Vargas! Don’t even joke like that! I’m not some mind–raping Zhodani! You’ve seen the stuff they do on the holovids! Can you picture me making people’s ears bleed as I boil their brains out? Or the sheer pleasure they get from announcing a person’s secret shames to the world?”</p><p></p><p>Martha harrumphs. “I’m not like that, not one bit! You hear me!” The young engineer bites her lower lip as she glares angrily at Emile.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>Saro is standing behind Emile, drinking some lukewarm caffeinated substance, listening to Martha and Kevon, and looking thoughtful when Vargas makes his proclamation.</p><p></p><p>Saro’s eyes go wide and he chokes on his drink, spilling some on his coverall. Coughing to cover his surprise, he looks askance at Vargas.</p><p></p><p>Although he intellectually understands that psionics are not necessarily “evil” as the Imperial government propaganda pushes, after a lifetime under an anti–psionic environment, mere mentions of psionics provoke an unpleasant visceral reaction and are rare in polite conversation.</p><p></p><p>“Is he incredibly brave or simply not thinking?” Saro’s mind races. “Here he sits calmly attributing illegal psionic powers to Martha — and in front of a nominal representative of the Imperial military, no less.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>“I should check into the legalities of psionics in this area,” Aidan says. “Just to check for prejudices we might run into accessing such facilities. Interesting.” He dives into the law references stored in his handcomp.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>Ian glances at the Doc, then checks out the reactions of the others in the lounge area with a concerned look on his face. Hoping to quickly change the subject, Ian walks over to the table and address Saro, a bit louder than necessary. “So Doc, we have an unconscious and injured Vargr all tied up in engineering. When you get Vargas all settled in, care to check him out? I believe, Vargas, you wanted us to keep one alive so you could have a chat with him, correct?”</p><p></p><p>Ian takes a gulp of his drink. “Also, what to do with the two bodies? Store’m in low berth, or space’m? Or else we could stuff’m back in the box the came in and crank the freezer back on?”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>“Martha, you have my deepest apologies for upsetting you,” Vargas says, then thinks to himself, “I will pursue this later when we are alone and she is calmer.”</p><p></p><p>He then quickly changes the subject to respond to Ian. “Yes, Ian, I certainly want to have a chat with our unwelcome guest. It might be a good idea to put the bodies in the freeze cycle of their box until we are ready to have the talk. I, for one, have several questions that need to be answered. This Vargr has the answers and it should give them to us, <em>must</em> give them to us.”</p><p></p><p>Then turning aside he mumbles, “It had better give them to us. This prisoner has no idea of what has happened and this can be used to our advantage if we can keep it in the dark.”</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>“I, for one, vote to low berth them until we can turn them over to authorities. If Emile, or anyone else, wishes to question the survivor I can always thaw him out when necessary,” Saro states, looking grateful for the distraction. “As soon as we’re done here though, I want to put Emile under and start his healing process — again. And everyone else who is injured will meet me in the sick bay afterwards so that I can see to their injuries. Then I’ll check out our unwelcome guest.”</p><p></p><p>Saro then groans. “D’oh! Scratch that low berth idea. They’re already full with passengers. Hmm, well, I can either hook our friend to a tranq drip or administer a dose of MSD to him as well; that would knock him out for a day.”</p><p></p><p>His eyes still firmly on Emile, the lieutenant commander says, “I agree that we should hold the bodies to turn them over to the authorities. I, for one, want to know who they were, if our guest decides not to talk.</p><p></p><p>“We’ll keep the living one out of storage for now, until we can interrogate him,” Kevon adds, allowing his eyes to fall on someone other than Vargas as he looks at Ian. “I’ll be on the bridge.”</p><p></p><p>“Does anyone have electronics skill where we may be able to repair or at least recover the memory on the rather beat up handcomp?” Vargas asks. “I think there may be some rather valuable data on that unit.</p><p></p><p>“Also it might be a good idea to completely search our little trojan horse in the cargo hold. The more information we have about these clowns, the better our position will be in the questioning of our prisoner.</p><p></p><p>“Also, the fact that the survivor does not know the fate of its companions will be very useful. Doctor, maybe we should keep this survivor under some kind of seda-tion if we cannot freeze it. I personally look forward to having a chat with that individual.”</p><p></p><p>Vargas then turns to Saro and says, “Doctor, now that the excitement is beginning to wear off, I feel terrible. Maybe you should start my treatment before I really start to feel bad.”</p><p></p><p>Kevon stops on his way out of the lounge. “Unfortunately, I’ve only had a little training in electronics — and it’s been like 20 years,” he admits. “But, if no one else is skilled, I can always give it a try.”</p><p></p><p>Martha, being Class III certified in electronics and Class II certified in computers, considers for a moment volunteering her skills, but is still somewhat miffed at Vargas for calling her a Zhodani.</p><p></p><p>Swann says, “I’m sure Aidan and I can handle that.” Aidan nods as he continues to study his law references.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>After Saro and Vargas leave the lounge, Swann asks Martha if she will help him and Aidan with the handcomp. She readily agrees.</p><p></p><p style="text-align: center">-----</p><p></p><p>Ian leaves to help Saro with moving Vargas back to the sickbay. On the way he asks Saro, “Doc, you want me to bring the live one forward to the unused cabin? Vargas mentioned not wanting him to see his dead comrades. I just need to put him somewhere while we deal with the others. I’m sure Martha would appreciate it if we cleaned up her work space a bit.”</p><p></p><p>“As I said before, I’d rather keep our friend on ice until we are all ready to — talk — to him,” Saro says. “And speaking of the unused cabin — during this latest incident I started thinking, and unless anyone has any objections, I'd like to recommend some room swaps.</p><p></p><p>“I’m getting tired of running back and forth from my cabin to the sickbay in emer-gencies, so in order to expedite things I’d like to suggest the wall between the sickbay and the adjacent cabin be taken down. That way I can move some of my things there and I’ll be able to stay in the sickbay whenever there are patients to attend to, or more likely — given the propensity of this crew — I’ll be using the extra space to attend to more of y’all all at once.”</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shadowdancer, post: 2691370, member: 515"] [B][CENTER][SIZE=4]Chapter XXVIII[/SIZE][/CENTER][/B] [B]Date: 223-993 Location: Aboard the [I]Bray Keaven[/I], in jump space between Aleif and Liar's Oath[/B] Once things settle down, Vasilii makes his way to engineering to swap tales with the others and take a look at the Vargr. He looks a bit nervy until he sees the Vargr, then steely. He sees the snub SMGs that Ian has gathered and asks, “Mind if I check those out? With all the activity around here . . . ” “Nope, help yourself,” Ian says. “Could come in handy.” Vasilii looks one of the weapons over and asks the ex–Marine, “These things need a Class 3 permit, don’t they? I’ve only got a Class 2. Oh well, maybe I can get one.” Ian grimaces, then slowly shakes his head, murmuring, “Let’s not do that again!” Vasilii rushes to add. “Properly, I mean. Make a formal application, showing a ‘suitable need,’ and all the rest. After two pirate attacks and a war on Aleif, I might just make a case on that one.” The pained look leaves Ian’s face. ‘Hmm, you may be right. Worth a try, anyway.” [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] When he gets a chance, Vasilii asks Aidan about the application process for a snub SMG. “We can easily submit the appropriate waver papers for that, Vasilii. There are a couple of legal forms that I’d be more than happy to help with — we need all the firepower we can get.” Aidan clears his throat. “But you would need to have some training after that.” He grins. [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] The Vilani Merchant also takes the opportunity to inspect the frozen organs transport container the would–be hijackers hid inside. When he peeks inside, he looks gutted. “Oh, how did I let that . . . ” “Vasilii, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Ian says. “This whole event falls squarely in my lap. I dropped the ball. I let a few minor injuries get in the way of me doing my job! It won’t happen again, I assure you.” [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] After Saro takes a look at his wounds, Vargas keys his suit comm to the others and requests that the living Vargr not be allowed to see the dead. “I want to have a chat with this survivor, and I don’t want the survivor to know that its companions are already dead.” Vargas then turns to Saro and says, “Doctor, I seem to always need your professional services. Maybe it is time to consider the medical slow drug, assuming that we do not have any more unpleasant surprises aboard. May I stagger to the crew’s lounge to get something to drink before we start treatment? “I want to question that Vargr after this treatment. Please make sure that the guest is kept in the dark about its companions. Maybe we could put it in a low berth for the time being?” “If we are sure that we are in the clear, I am wholeheartedly in support of admin-istering the drug to you at this point,” Saro answers Emile. “As long as your drink is brief, I have no problem with a visit to the lounge.” Helping Emile up and supporting him as they make their way to the lounge, Saro starts to rant. “I am certainly going to push for our visitor to be kept cold where he won’t be anymore trouble. I’m also going to research how effectively we can use interstellar law to prosecute our little organ cloning friends. There must be something against conspiring to and/or abetting a conspiracy to commit the piracy of a starship and its cargoes in jump space transit. Perhaps we can force a nice fine out of the lying bastards. “I for one am tired of taking it on the chin while everyone and their relatives assault us and try to steal our property. We need to start fighting back, and I ain’t just talking about shooting up the soldiers that are sent our way; I mean going after the bastards that hire and direct them.” [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] Martha makes sure everything is secure before she calms down enough to leave port engineering. She heads to the crew lounge for a quick bite to eat as she unwinds. “I’m beat,” she says, wiping her brow. “One more cup of bitterstouts, and I’m hitting the sack for a quick nap.” She smiles softly, gazing into her cup. In the silent span of a few seconds, Martha’s expression changes subtly, and the smile fades as she becomes lost in thought. “You know, it’s weird that I dreamed that. Wolves running around m– the ship, three of them, and they looked exactly like the Vargr raiders and everything!” She shakes her head but for a moment, then looks up. She looks around at her shipmates and asks them, “You ever do that before? You know, dream about something before it happens, and then it goes down, just like in your dream?” Swann smiles and gazes into the distance. “There were those twins on Galir. That happened pretty much the way I dreamed it.” “I’ve had the déjà vu thing before, but I can’t say any of my dreams have come true like that,” Kevon answers, stretching his injured leg out as he sits down next to her with his own cup of java, then frowns slightly. “Has this happened to you a lot?” Ian walks in the lounge to grab cup of whatever is available or already prepared. Martha shakes her head. “Sometimes, but it’s always nightmares, and never like this. I wonder if that woman on Sentry did something to my head while she was in there?” “Martha, this is not the first time you have said something about this,” Vargas says. “I wonder if you may have some telepathic powers. In some of the sectors in which I have served, psionic powers were studied and encouraged. You may consider having a psionic test administered if we can find a branch of the psionics institute somewhere.” Kevon’s mouthful of coffee ends up in a fine brown spray that showers Emile. He glares sternly at the injured pilot, his eyes briefly darting towards Saro as he resists the urge to pop the Vargr–phile upside the head. “What the . . . !?” Martha looks over at Vargas, shock and some fear abundantly clear upon her face. “Vargas! Don’t even joke like that! I’m not some mind–raping Zhodani! You’ve seen the stuff they do on the holovids! Can you picture me making people’s ears bleed as I boil their brains out? Or the sheer pleasure they get from announcing a person’s secret shames to the world?” Martha harrumphs. “I’m not like that, not one bit! You hear me!” The young engineer bites her lower lip as she glares angrily at Emile. [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] Saro is standing behind Emile, drinking some lukewarm caffeinated substance, listening to Martha and Kevon, and looking thoughtful when Vargas makes his proclamation. Saro’s eyes go wide and he chokes on his drink, spilling some on his coverall. Coughing to cover his surprise, he looks askance at Vargas. Although he intellectually understands that psionics are not necessarily “evil” as the Imperial government propaganda pushes, after a lifetime under an anti–psionic environment, mere mentions of psionics provoke an unpleasant visceral reaction and are rare in polite conversation. “Is he incredibly brave or simply not thinking?” Saro’s mind races. “Here he sits calmly attributing illegal psionic powers to Martha — and in front of a nominal representative of the Imperial military, no less.” [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] “I should check into the legalities of psionics in this area,” Aidan says. “Just to check for prejudices we might run into accessing such facilities. Interesting.” He dives into the law references stored in his handcomp. [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] Ian glances at the Doc, then checks out the reactions of the others in the lounge area with a concerned look on his face. Hoping to quickly change the subject, Ian walks over to the table and address Saro, a bit louder than necessary. “So Doc, we have an unconscious and injured Vargr all tied up in engineering. When you get Vargas all settled in, care to check him out? I believe, Vargas, you wanted us to keep one alive so you could have a chat with him, correct?” Ian takes a gulp of his drink. “Also, what to do with the two bodies? Store’m in low berth, or space’m? Or else we could stuff’m back in the box the came in and crank the freezer back on?” [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] “Martha, you have my deepest apologies for upsetting you,” Vargas says, then thinks to himself, “I will pursue this later when we are alone and she is calmer.” He then quickly changes the subject to respond to Ian. “Yes, Ian, I certainly want to have a chat with our unwelcome guest. It might be a good idea to put the bodies in the freeze cycle of their box until we are ready to have the talk. I, for one, have several questions that need to be answered. This Vargr has the answers and it should give them to us, [I]must[/I] give them to us.” Then turning aside he mumbles, “It had better give them to us. This prisoner has no idea of what has happened and this can be used to our advantage if we can keep it in the dark.” [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] “I, for one, vote to low berth them until we can turn them over to authorities. If Emile, or anyone else, wishes to question the survivor I can always thaw him out when necessary,” Saro states, looking grateful for the distraction. “As soon as we’re done here though, I want to put Emile under and start his healing process — again. And everyone else who is injured will meet me in the sick bay afterwards so that I can see to their injuries. Then I’ll check out our unwelcome guest.” Saro then groans. “D’oh! Scratch that low berth idea. They’re already full with passengers. Hmm, well, I can either hook our friend to a tranq drip or administer a dose of MSD to him as well; that would knock him out for a day.” His eyes still firmly on Emile, the lieutenant commander says, “I agree that we should hold the bodies to turn them over to the authorities. I, for one, want to know who they were, if our guest decides not to talk. “We’ll keep the living one out of storage for now, until we can interrogate him,” Kevon adds, allowing his eyes to fall on someone other than Vargas as he looks at Ian. “I’ll be on the bridge.” “Does anyone have electronics skill where we may be able to repair or at least recover the memory on the rather beat up handcomp?” Vargas asks. “I think there may be some rather valuable data on that unit. “Also it might be a good idea to completely search our little trojan horse in the cargo hold. The more information we have about these clowns, the better our position will be in the questioning of our prisoner. “Also, the fact that the survivor does not know the fate of its companions will be very useful. Doctor, maybe we should keep this survivor under some kind of seda-tion if we cannot freeze it. I personally look forward to having a chat with that individual.” Vargas then turns to Saro and says, “Doctor, now that the excitement is beginning to wear off, I feel terrible. Maybe you should start my treatment before I really start to feel bad.” Kevon stops on his way out of the lounge. “Unfortunately, I’ve only had a little training in electronics — and it’s been like 20 years,” he admits. “But, if no one else is skilled, I can always give it a try.” Martha, being Class III certified in electronics and Class II certified in computers, considers for a moment volunteering her skills, but is still somewhat miffed at Vargas for calling her a Zhodani. Swann says, “I’m sure Aidan and I can handle that.” Aidan nods as he continues to study his law references. [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] After Saro and Vargas leave the lounge, Swann asks Martha if she will help him and Aidan with the handcomp. She readily agrees. [CENTER]-----[/CENTER] Ian leaves to help Saro with moving Vargas back to the sickbay. On the way he asks Saro, “Doc, you want me to bring the live one forward to the unused cabin? Vargas mentioned not wanting him to see his dead comrades. I just need to put him somewhere while we deal with the others. I’m sure Martha would appreciate it if we cleaned up her work space a bit.” “As I said before, I’d rather keep our friend on ice until we are all ready to — talk — to him,” Saro says. “And speaking of the unused cabin — during this latest incident I started thinking, and unless anyone has any objections, I'd like to recommend some room swaps. “I’m getting tired of running back and forth from my cabin to the sickbay in emer-gencies, so in order to expedite things I’d like to suggest the wall between the sickbay and the adjacent cabin be taken down. That way I can move some of my things there and I’ll be able to stay in the sickbay whenever there are patients to attend to, or more likely — given the propensity of this crew — I’ll be using the extra space to attend to more of y’all all at once.” [/QUOTE]
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